A tidy bed, a mirror
Where your reflection still finds space
That the more he plays, the more I don't hear his notes
And suddenly in the silence my thoughts
Fly towards that image
My cold hands and my hair
Long black on the shoulders
The slightly awkward lips whispered
Don't look at me don't stop
Skin against skin your smile
I still remember the emotion
As the sun went away
And in the room two hundred notes
Every life has punctually
His destiny to cross
To be touched even for just a moment
And maybe what you carry inside is true
You have never been able to have him next to me
And so I try to reject the traces
Of a very distant memory
My cold hands and my hair
Long black on the shoulders
The slightly awkward lips whispered
You can look at me don't stop
Skin against skin your smile
I still remember the emotion
As the sun went away
And in the room two hundred notes
My cold hands and my hair
Long black on the shoulders
The slightly awkward lips whispered
You can look at me don't stop
Skin against skin your smile
I still remember that emotion
As the sun went away
And in the room two hundred notes
And this is how life and its path goes
In balance between regret and remorse
And we stay to heal our pieces of heart
That we are the blood that flows and invents love
The past is the past and there is nothing to be done
You can lose it or you can look for it
In these nights so empty
And in the room two hundred notes